#chronic joint problems

[playingplayer2]

I did somethingggggg idk what in the last 45 minutes that fucked up my finger I don't know what I didddddddddd

(my best guess is I fucking subluxated the fucking thing but I don't typically have that happen especially not on my left hand, usually my shoulders, ribs, hips, knees, and toes get all fucked like this but I guess I get to enjoy the every time I shift even a little bit so does my hand

[tumble-tv]

"You're always so chipper and excited even though you're in pain, I could never."

Bethany, if I wasn't chipper and excited about the most mundane things like bees and dice, then I would literally be bedrotting all day every day, sobbing because my entire life is falling apart because I have no answers or relief to pain that doctors think is fake. So I will take joy in my trinkets and rollerskating while my body allows because one day I won't be able to.

[chronically-izzzzle]

[demiboydemon]

So sad about the United Health CEO :( has he tried yoga?

[drifting-bones]

they should invent walking that doesn't make you feel like you're going to keel over and die

[crazycatsiren]

Weather: *changes*

My joints: We're just going to die.

[problem-project]

I was in so much pain here, but my outfit was so cute! 💜

[gracethyomen]

Happy First of May!!

Hello! May is EDS (Ehlers Danlos Syndrome) awareness month! As a person with suspected EDS and with chronic symptoms, this is a very important topic to me. EDS is hard to diagnose, and many patients fly under the radar of healthcare professionals which can cause them to suffer lack of treatment and forces them to live with their painful symptoms.

More Information about EDS and associated variations has been attached below and the infographs were originally found on an instagram account that I follow at the username the_chronic_chronicles

[brain-n-body-in-disarray]

It's the little things that hurts.

The way people don't get you can't do the things they do, at least without costing you so much.

The way the doors of shops or buildings used to fly open at the slightest touch and now they seems to weight a hundred tons.

The way my mother in law asked me if I wanted orange juice and when I said yes she put two oranges and a old manual juicer. I was too ashamed to admit how much it would cost me to do it this way. So I did it, fighting the tears and then couldn't use my arm for a week.

The way I can't get out of my apartment sometimes because even if there is a lift, there's also stairs between my apartment door and the lift and between the lift and the building door. Why make a lift at all if it's not even accessible because of the stairs? (I can't move out. I have neither the money nor the spoons.)

The way the new building the local bookshop moved into makes things so much harder for me than the old one. There was so much unused stairs that I could sit and rest for as long as I needed. Now in the new building the stairs are so narrow you can't think of sitting on them, you'll just block the way. And there's no chair or bench anywhere in this 4 stories building. You just can't sit and rest there.

The way the city is getting rid of public benches and putting in their stead blocks of concrete with metal spikes on them to dissuade homeless people to sleep on them, which is wrong on its own, but also impacts disabled people. There's less and less places where to sit and rest during a walk through the city.

It's people laughing when I can't open a bottle of soda.

It's people gossiping behind my back, saying "oh they are a junky" because I takes so many meds, including the ones for the pain, but not only for that.

It's me being too ashamed to be disabled at a relatively young age and having an invisible disability. It's me being too ashamed to ask for accommodations. It's me being too ashamed to ask for a seat in the bus when all of them are already taken. It's the society making me ashamed of myself.

It's life itself, mocking me, and the world joining in the good laugh at my expense.

[slveepyscwrs]

my joints after the slightest physical exertion be like:

ouch ouchie ouch ouch ouchie ouch ouch ouch ouchie ouch ouch ouch ouchie ouch ouch

[stars-and-branches]

Every winter I want to find whoever invented the electric heating pad and dip them down low and kiss them so sweetly

[enjolrashisace]

I've received my HeDS diagnosis

After 23 years of struggling and medical gaslighting, my condition and struggle is finally recognised and I'll be able to get everything I need. I'm so happy I could cry

[tumble-tv]

SAY IT WITH ME: MEDICAL GASLIGHTING IS MALPRACTICE

[strawberrylemongrass]

hurts to walk on four legs

hurts to walk on two legs

hurts to sit for too long

hurts to stand still

hurts to move

fuck.

[tired-cripple-punk]

I hate the fucking pressure drop

I’m glad that winter is finally going away, but I forgot how much rain affects me

I feel like shit, I can barely sit upright

[silly-centipede]

I wanna work out and get stronger, it would help with some of my disability symptoms. The ironic bit is that if my condition is what doctors think it is that means I'll struggle to build muscle. And even barring that, my fatigue and my pain make it difficult to walk around campus let alone go home and work out.

My physically abled gymbro friend told me to just do a little every day, and I know he means well but I don't have the energy to get dressed or brush my teeth most days.